Emily Rath Author Novels & Stories

Emily dismissed the servants after she was finished before she was checking the mantel for dust. There was none as the maids were dusting it while they were rearranging the yellow room to perfection. Emily sat down on the divan as she was staring out the window, looking at the bright twilight skies before she noticed that the tomes that Ian frequently read. She smiled, moving toward the bookshelves as she was browsing the titles of the tomes. Some of them were ancient that Emily could not even understand the language but most of them were contemporary and literary works of the local writers.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

Anna asked about her daughter who was just 2 years old. "Athena is with mother, you know how mother is, she must have beeen enchanting her with few of her spells" said Emilia. Emilia was eldest daughter of Genevieve, she was married to Everett Jillhilton who was criminal investigator at supernatural crime council and was partner of Gabriel. "Emilia! Athena is hungry isn’t you have baby food " asked Genevieve while entering room with Athena. Athena was giggling. "Mother she is having appetite like her uncle Austin the great, she ate all the food in the car" she said exhausted.

_ Emily Collins is a young brilliant woman who started her business from scratch with the help of her two bestfriends and with a thick and heavy past behind her, she's doing good— as good as she can be with a little baby boy. But sometimes, our devil's like to play and come into light. Join Emily on a whirl wind of emotions as she tries to uncover her horrible past by opening old wounds, allowing them to breath and to finally heal.

“Don’t tell me you dumb enough to crawl back to your momma’s crib.” I stared out the window at the trees and traffic blurring by like my old life. “Hell fucking no. She picked Evan’s bullshit story over her own blood. Threw me away like yesterday’s trash. I’m done with that weak shit. I just need work. Any damn thing to stand on my own two feet.” Emma twisted around in her seat, face already twisted in that “bitch please” look. “Office job?” She let out a hard snort, shaking her head. “Yeah… good fuckin’ luck with that dream, Emily.

She wasn't just a human who couldn't handle a wolf’s world. She was a predator. "Lyla," a voice said. Emily spun around. Morrigan stood in the doorway, watching her. "You found it," Morrigan said. "You knew," Emily accused. "You knew what this book was." "I suspected," Morrigan admitted. "I needed to see if the book would answer you. It has been blank for a thousand years." She walked over to Emily. She looked at the grey book. "You are dangerous, Emily Carter." "Lyla," Emily corrected. She clutched the book to her chest. "My name is Lyla Raines."

To wait before acting. To survive quietly. The mansion believed she was small. The Richardson family belie ved she was temporary. The Covenant believed they were invisible. Emily blew out the candle on the kitchen table and stood. Tomorrow she would return. Not to confront. Not to accuse. But to continue collecting. Because foundations do not collapse from noise. They collapse from cracks that spread unseen. And Emily Warren had just found the first one. Understood.

“I was born Emily Paddington. My parents came over from England after a great deal of to do over the family lands. Your grandfather Paddington had already been across the waters on multiple occasions. He owned our plantation for several years before he questioned why he was involved in a feud over land that he had no desire to live on when he possessed a beautiful plantation in a country that was like paradise to him. I was still in my mother’s womb when they crossed the waters and born shortly after they arrived. “Arthur Paddington was a kind man, but an ambitious one. He sought out the secret society of the shine and discovered that the wealthiest and most powerful was the Northrup f

It was from a scene in her book—a book he must have read and studied at length to reel off a quote so casually. After struggling to make ends meet in her student days, Emily had written a series of stories for an online platform that was popular in Southeast Asia. Because she used an alias and didn't connect her account to the rest of her life, she figured nobody would ever find out. Her books were a series of erotic thrillers and had been fairly popular. The problem was, they centred around a relationship between a young teacher in training and one of her students—the stereotypical bad boy type.

Sylvia ran out of the hospital. She knew she needed to get Emiliar as soon as possible. *** Emiliar sat at a corner of the school library reading a book, she needed time alone. Her life has always been a mess and now it's even worse ,Katty's gone. There's no other human that believes that she's just a human. There's no one to talk to . Her life has crashed and now she's here to bleed on paper. she just sat there crying within.